Bait

There’s such dark amusement in his eyes. “Hold this,” he says and forces the dildo between my teeth. My jaw stretches and holds while he digs around in the drawer for the lube. He finds the bottle easily enough.

He takes the dildo back from me and slicks it up.

I’m trembling as he works the thickness of it in his hand. Trembling at the thought of his dick ploughing on in there after it.

“Was this practice?” he asks, and I hate myself for nodding. “And did it work?”

“Not really,” I admit.

“Better luck this time then.” He smirks as he shifts away from me. I cry out as he forces two slippery fingers into my ass.

I’ve barely adjusted to them when I feel the silicon monster pushing its way through my poor tight little asshole. I feel so exposed as he repositions himself, wide open as he stares at every private part of me.

His strength pushes that dildo in deep in one short burst. My ass sucks that monster in like a donkey punch.

“Ow, fuck,” I grunt, but he keeps on going. “Fuck…”

“Take it.”

“Make me,” I say, even though my heart is in my throat.

And he does.

He does make me take it.

He works that big veiny dildo all the way inside me, even as I whimper, even as tears spring to my eyes.

It’s slimy and slippery and sounds it. I could cry from that alone.

“Your holes are crying out to be destroyed,” he grunts. “But you know that, don’t you? That’s why you let the monster in.”

“Please stop,” I whimper, even though I’m already rocking back at the pain.

“That’s it, slut,” he says. “Beg me.” He twists the dildo inside me until I curse. “Beg me to fucking stop.”

I hitch my legs higher to my chest even as I say it. “Please stop. Please, Leo, stop. It hurts. Oh fuck, it hurts so bad.”

I blink tears down my cheeks. I’m smiling even as I cry for him.

“Please stop, Leo. Please.”

The burn changes to something else. Something primal and fucked up and raw.

His mouth clamps over my swollen pussy even as he keeps on fucking me.

“No,” I breathe. “Please don’t.”

But he does. Oh he does.

His teeth feel like life and death on my clit all at once. My asshole makes noises that curl my toes.

My feet rest against his back, muscles tight. My fingers are vicious on his scalp as he makes me take it.

“You really are my monster,” I breathe. “You make it hurt better than I ever dreamed.”

I cry out as he tugs my clit between his teeth. His breath is ragged as he pulls away.

“I’m only just getting fucking started,” he says.Twenty-SixHe who hesitates is lost.

Marcus Porcius CatoPhoenixI want the whole fucking world to see us. I hope the whole neighbourhood is staring from behind their twitchy curtains as I stretch Abigail’s pretty asshole raw.

Her desperation has knitted itself to mine under the surface. I feel it there, both of us bobbing along with the current of a tsunami.

I wouldn’t know how to stop this if I tried, but what I do know – against every fucking sensibility I’ve ever had – is that I’ll never be able to leave her alone again. Not even for a couple of weeks.

Her eyes are watery even as she smiles. She’s spreading her legs for more even as she begs me to stop.

I toss the dildo to the floor and squirt a fresh load of lube onto my fingers. I work it right the way over my dick, and then squirt another glob straight onto her battered asshole. She flinches at the chill, but it’s the least of her worries.

“Look at me,” I tell her as I position myself against her ass and ease down on top of her.

She nods. Smiles. Threads her dainty little fingers in my hair.

She’s so naked under me, so pretty in the lamplight. I’m well aware that I’m still clothed, well aware of how badly I’m craving the softness of her poor bruised tits against my skin.

But I can’t.

Not until she knows my secrets.

If she ever knows my secrets.

It would be so easy to kiss her. So easy to throw the shirt off my back and dive all the way in.

I do neither.

Her eyes widen like pretty white saucers as I force the head of my cock into her puckered hole.

Steady.

So fucking steady.

My jaw is tight as I ease my way in. My weight is on my elbows and my face is right in hers.

The first barbell tugs as it pushes through, even slicked up with lube. She flinches as it sinks deeper.

“I’m scared,” she whispers. “This is really gonna hurt.”

She closes her eyes as I push forward. Her ass is like a vice as the second and third piercings push inside.

Her breath is ragged against my lips.

“Bad?” I ask.